Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.